Bonne Annee

What time the meanest brick and stone

Take on a beauty not their own,

And past the flaw of builded wood

Shines the intention whole and good,

And all the little homes of man

Rise to a dimmer, nobler span;

When colour's absence gives escape

To the deeper spirit of the shape,

--

Then earth's great architecture swells

Among her mountains and her fells

Under the moon to amplitude

Massive and primitive and rude:

Moonlight - Vita Sackville-West

New Year! New Moon!

I'm in one of those January reflective moods.... neither one thing or the other, not happy, not sad, just pondering.

Yes all the festivities were wonderful and I am deeply grateful for all the love and showering of presents and sparkles that were abundant.

My photos from Paris seem to echo my feelings.

I found Elspeth's last post very uplifting, find it here.

I shall snap out of this reverie soon I know, it will catch me unawares and I shall bounce out the other side, I always do.........

Love x